Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 44: what you’re looking at

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46 BALD EAGLE. Montagnie inclined himself from his saddle, and was about to pass on, when she accosted him. “ How far do you ride, Mr. Montagnie, so bright and early ? Wait a bit, and I will have my pony and try a race with ou.” ) 2 Before he had time to reply she darted away, and in a mo-~ ment more was standing under the stoop, her light golden curls tossed by the fresh morning air, and her cheek, into which the color of the peach glowed, and now flushed by coquetry, or it might have’ been a deeper feeling, the hue invaded for a moment brow and neck. “I fear I can not share your race this morning,” said Mon- tagnie. “Iam ordered upon service which admits of no de- 1 Ps - “And pray where do you go, Mr. Montagnie, that you claim the right of incivility to a lady ?” “Pardon me, Miss De Witt, my time is not my own—it is pledged to the service of my country; but at some future day 2 nay I not claim the promise of a morning ride with yout | . The maiden slightly elevated her eyebrows, and tapped her foot lightly upon the step, as she replied: “In good faith, Mr. Wendell, I never know any thing beyond the present moment, which I find abundantly pleas- ant.” There was a roguish smile mingling with these words which induced the young man to dismount, and more than this, to take the hand of the little lady, which he carried to his lips. “ Well, and where do you carry that fine horse of yours ?— good Hunter, noble Hunter ;” and she lavished endearments upon the horse as if to provoke the spleen of its master. “ Neow don’t take him deown to camp,” she laughed, her gil- very accents assuming a nasil twang, a species of mimicking Which could sit well only upon a pretty woman. Even this grated upon the ears of her lover, who turned almost coldly away, “T must not wait here, Miss Katrina, however pleasant it may be. But, Miss De Witt, I must say, I could wish—oh, how earnestly !” he resumed ina warmer tone, “ that our cause Conniclooolkks.Ccomn